Riwin PrasathI’ ever toot though
‘m genuine.
Do, remember my summer?
Rounded three paired chairs,
Fourteen I was, eight we’re
Grands, brothers and hens.
Crew cries if I break
Grand says” lavender-Girl”
Once A new beard left
My pink breast started
To feed. By A Thick Beard clerk
For his second ceremony.
Who?
Once, promised my sweat, nails,
feet and wet hair were
Mesmerizing until I broke
While clerk couch under My hips.
Only grand said “Lavender-Girl”
Now then none of
Finches either my cats
Knows I send wind.
Never felt bad, Even
HE. Bastard of Lane3
my second ceremony.
Praised my neck all evenings
Lavender Girl
On third Christmas
Luckily, he found my air
Smelt as dead shark intestine
left my Flesh And my coffin
to eat untouched bushes.
Only grands praised “Lavender-Girl”
All Breast eaters marched
As saints towards other.
On This Third Ceremony
Finches, cats witness the
Raised hip. My Purple winged
Air comes as Infant
Steps Earth.
Walls Choir: Lavender-Girl Lavender.
